Chapter 65

Chapter 65: One Palm Crush

“Which bastard dares to shout out!”

As the forbidden gate opened, Chen Ansheng stepped into the air and walked out.

Seeing someone emerge, the Blue-Clothed Man’s lips curled into a cold smile.

The Woman, however, showed no change in expression, her gaze indifferent as if she regarded Chen Ansheng as nonexistent.

“Are you the challenger? State your name!”

The man scrutinized Chen Ansheng for a moment, realizing he could not see through the opponent’s cultivation realm, which raised his alertness.

Beside them, the Black-Clothed Elder quietly transmitted a message: “Your Highness the Saint Son, this person must have a hidden treasure that conceals his aura. Even this old servant cannot see through his cultivation.”

The Young Man replied indifferently: “It’s fine. He is no more than a hundred in bone age, surely just a young descendant of the Long Family. This Saint Son has no fear of anyone from his younger generation.”

Bone age was something Chen Ansheng deliberately revealed; otherwise, when he suppressed these people later, they would find excuses to be unconvinced.

The Black-Clothed Elder said, “His bone age indeed seems to be under a hundred. When it’s time to fight, please be careful, Your Highness—this is, after all, the Long Family’s territory.”

The Young Man sneered: “I have come purely to insult the young generation of the Long Family. I won’t kill them; surely those old fossils of the Long Family won’t lose face and attack me.”

The Black-Clothed Elder said no more but remained vigilant, knowing that if anything major happened, he had ways to ensure the safety of the Saint Son and the Saintess.

“If you want me to state my name, let’s see what you have to offer.” Chen Ansheng said lightly.

“The North Ancient Saint Son Zhu Ji, is that weight enough?”

As the North Ancient Saint Son, Zhu Ji had a name that resounded across a region, also considered one of the top hundred talents of the current era.

When he announced himself, he felt somewhat smug, anticipating that the opponent would display fear upon hearing his name.

But Zhu Ji was disappointed; he felt no emotional fluctuation from Chen Ansheng’s face.

“Oh, so it’s the Saint Son. Fine, you may have your qualifications. You’ve been shouting here for a while; how do you plan to fight?” Chen Ansheng asked.

“I have heard…”

“Cut the nonsense and just say how you want to fight.”

Zhu Ji originally intended to find a grandiose reason for his provocation, but he did not expect the opponent to be so unyielding.

Seeing Chen Ansheng’s arrogance, the Woman finally began to examine him seriously.

Then she spoke: “My Senior Brother and I merely came to seek friendship through martial arts; let’s keep it light.”

Chen Ansheng grinned, his gaze unabashedly lingering on the Woman.

This woman also seemed to have a bone age of under a hundred, looking about seventeen or eighteen, at the mid-level of Earth Immortal stage.

As for her appearance?

Comparable to Qing’er.

“Oh? So you came here shouting just to showcase your little strength and show off?” Chen Ansheng remarked.

“Exactly.” The Woman did not deny it.

“Hehe.” Chen Ansheng said, “Why should I give you the chance?”

“If your Long Family has no sense of shame, you can refuse to give us a chance.” The Woman said as if it were a matter of course.

“That’s right. This Saint Son doesn’t need you to kowtow or kneel; just say ‘the Long Family is full of useless trash’ and I will spare the young generation of your family this time.” Zhu Ji watched Chen Ansheng with amusement.

They were initially here to insult the younger generation of the Long Family, so naturally, anything could be said.

“You brat, cease your arrogance!”

Upon hearing this, Chen Ansheng showed no reaction, but the Long Family members were furious, feeling as if they had been slapped hard.

“What’s wrong? Angered and planning to bully the weak?” Zhu Ji scoffed.

“You filthy little brat, you are not worthy of me taking action. My young master will deal with you.” One of the onlookers calmed down, thinking that with Chen Ansheng present, they wouldn’t gain anything today and decided to keep quiet.

Seeing Chen Ansheng unfazed, the Woman grew impatient and said, “If you don’t dare to fight, then get lost and let someone else come. Could it be that all the descendants of the Long Family are nothing but cowards?”

Chen Ansheng relaxedly replied: “You seem anxious; why don’t I call them out so you can see for yourself?”

The Woman’s expression darkened: “Fine, call them out for this Saintess to see; if they aren’t capable, I’ll spare them. If they’re cowardly, I’ll have them all cut down.”

Hearing this, Zhu Ji almost rolled his eyes, thinking how sharp-tongued his Junior Sister was.

Chen Ansheng chuckled: “My Long Family’s youths are all spirited and fierce; I’m afraid you’ll regret it if you see them.”

The Woman had not expected the Long Family to have such vulgar and lowly sorts, and her chest heaved with anger: “Bastard, filthy brat, if you have the guts, don’t just talk; let’s fight for real!”

Zhu Ji’s face turned dark as he quietly warned, “Mu Wan Junior Sister, use more refined language; don’t let that brat take advantage.”

When the Woman realized her words were ambiguous, surrounding laughter erupted, causing her face to turn scarlet.

Chen Ansheng remained indifferent: “You wishful thinking. With your looks and strength, you’d only make a good foot-washing maid. Care to wager?”

The Woman, angered, declared: “You said it! If we fight and you lose, you’ll cut off your filthy root; if I lose, I’ll do as you say.”

Chen Ansheng still maintained his calm demeanor: “Don’t rush; I’m not in need of servants. If you lose, will you dare to cut that boy off?”

“Bet!”

The Woman agreed without hesitation, as she considered it impossible for her to lose.

On the other hand, Zhu Ji was fuming, his face turning green, cursing inwardly. They had obviously come to insult the Long Family, yet this brat had wagered his root on a whim with his Junior Sister. What kind of madness was this!

“Come over here!”

Chen Ansheng made a gesture at the woman named Mu Wan, raising his eyebrows and beckoning with his fingers.

“You filthy brat, go die!”

Mu Wan unleashed her immortal power with full force, directly summoning her life-protecting immortal weapon, a black poison stinger the size of a cucumber.

She was determined to defeat Chen Ansheng in one strike and then massively humiliate him.

Chen Ansheng flipped his palm down, easily suppressing her attack.

Instantly, the space trembled, and a violent wind surged.

The terrifying immortal might forced the two guarding old men to retreat repeatedly.

“This is bad, that guy is an Immortal!”

The two elders were immediately shocked. They never expected a youth with a bone age of under a hundred would turn out to be an Immortal!

“Saintess, retreat quickly!”

The two elders shouted while attempting to rush forward to provide aid.

But alas, they were too slow.

Under that overwhelming pressure, Mu Wan was filled with dread; at that moment, she felt her immortal soul was about to burst.

Boom!

The pseudo-immortal power she had summoned was shattered, and even the remnant immortal weapon poison stinger in her hand was crushed.

Her clothes burst apart, and her pristine body crashed into the ground, creating a deep pit.

“You! We said we’d keep it light…” Zhu Ji, in a state of terror, tried to reason with Chen Ansheng.

“Quit the nonsense; you should be more concerned about your own root now.”

Now it was Chen Ansheng’s turn to look mockingly at the pale-faced Zhu Ji.

“I didn’t expect your Long Family to be so shameless, sending an Immortal disguised as a member of the younger generation. Truly brazen!”

The two elders, after rescuing Mu Wan, glared at Chen Ansheng with immense hatred.